Amid the violent explosions, a figure streaked out, dispelling every danger with a wave of his hand before descending here.
The arrival was none other than Long Sleep Lord!
He had come alone, with no one else accompanying him.
Gone was his usual drowsiness. He was brimming with energy, his eyes gleaming sharply as vast divine power coursed around him.
King of Hell Nameless and Long Sleep Lord were old rivals. They had fought once before, without a victor being decided.
This time, the two met again!
King of Hell Nameless fixed his eyes on him and sneered. "Old scoundrel, it's you again."
"Under military orders, this old man can only fulfill his mission by killing you," Long Sleep Lord said calmly.
"Hehe, if you want to kill me, you alone won't be enough. Go find a few more helpers. Since Fan Lang was able to set up such an elaborate trap to confine me, you must have other powerful companions. Bring as many as you like—I'll take them all!"
"This old man may be old, but my heart is not. I still have some pride. I once boasted that the next time we met, I would surely put you to death. So I will not seek help. I alone am enough."
"Hehe, then come and try!"
"That is exactly my intention."
A fierce light flashed in Long Sleep Lord's eyes. His body split into three—one threw a punch, one struck with a palm, and one kicked—attacking King of Hell Nameless from three directions.
A life-or-death duel between Upper Gods began. Both sides went all out from the very start, leaving no room for restraint.
Fortunately, the spatial barrier was sturdy enough to withstand their attacks. Had it been anywhere else, the place would have long since been destroyed.